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Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up
the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural
hometown and spend her remaining years with us.
Hubby's father passed away while he was still very
young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all
on her own to provide for him, see him through to a
university degree. You could say that she suffered a
great deal and did everything you could expect of a
woman to bring hubby to where he is today.

I immediately agreed and started packing the spare
room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her
enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in
the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and
started spinning round and round. As I begged him to
put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is
tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and
enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any
moment put the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we
have an argument and both refuses to back down, he
would pick me up and spin me over his head
Continuously until I surrender and beg for mercy. I
became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and
lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to
buying flowers to
Decorate the living room, she could not stand it and
would comment: "I do not know how you young people
spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also
can't eat flowers!"

I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house,
our mood will also become better."

Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby smiled:
"Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will
get use to it."

Mother stopped saying anything. But every time
thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would
ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would
shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes,
when I come home with lots of shopping bags, she would
ask each and every item how much they cost, I would
tell her honestly and she would get even more upset
about it.

Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little
fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything
would solve it."

There begins the friction to our otherwise happy
lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to
prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man
of the house cook for the wife?

At the breakfast table, mother facial __expression is
always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and
I would pretend not to notice. She would use her
chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her
silent protest.

As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and
am exhausted from along day of dancing around, I do
not wish to give up the luxury of that additional few
minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a
deaf ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to
time, mother would help out with some housework, but
soon her help created additional work for me.

For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags
accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and
resulted in our house being filled with all the trash
bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when
helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her
feelings, I would quietly wash them again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing
the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and
cried very loudly in her room.

Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after
that, he did not speak to me for that entire night. I
pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but
he totally ignored me.

I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?"

Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in
to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a
bowl however unclean it is, right?"
After that incident, for a long period of time, mother
did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a
very awkward feeling hanging in the house. During that
period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to
who to please.

In order to stop her son from having to prepare
breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task of
preparing breakfast without any prompting. At the
breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily
eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare
at me for having failed to perform my duty as a wife.
To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation, I
resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.
That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and
asked me: "LD, is it because you think that mum's
cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat
at home?"
He then turned his back on me and left me alone in
tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me.

After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can
you have breakfast at home?"
I am left with no choice but to return to the
breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by
mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and
everything inside seem to be rushing up my throat. I
tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could
not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom,
and vomited everything out. Just as I was catching my
breath, I saw mother crying
and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was
standing at the washroom doorway staring at me with
fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but no
words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took
a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way
out of the house. Hubby gave me a final stare in the
eye and followed mother down the stairs.

For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a
phone call. I was so furious, since mother arrived; I
had been trying my best and putting up with her, what
else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep
having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not
appetite for food, coupled with all the events
happening at home, I was at then low
point in my life.

Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you
should go and see a doctor."

The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.

Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful
morning, a sense of sadness floated through that
otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother
who had been through this before, thought of the
possibility of this being the reason that day?

At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing
there. It had only been three days, but he looked
haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look
at him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and
called out to him. He followed my voice and finally
found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he
has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut right
through my heart. I told myself not to look at him
anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a
strong urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling,
I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and
spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't
happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started
rolling down. Why? Why our love
couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby,
and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet
the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of the
drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights
and I saw hubby with tears
rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I
stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank
deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe
he really intends to leave me for good. What a
rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters.
I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming
down again.

The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to clear
this out and have a good talk with hubby. I reached
his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and
said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is
now in the hospital."

I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and
by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed
away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was
expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and
thin face and I couldn't control the tears in my eyes.
My god, how could this happen? Throughout the funeral,
hubby did not say a single word to me, with only the
occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to
find out brief facts about the accident from other
people.
That day, after mother left the house, she walked in
dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go
back to her old house back in the countryside. As
hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as
she tried to cross the street, a public bus came and
hit her, I finally understood how much hubby must
hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we
had not quarreled, if, In his heart, I am indirectly
the killer of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every
night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me, I am
buried under the guilt and self-pity and could hardly
breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we
are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw
the dead look in his eyes, all the words I have at the
brink of my mouth just fell back in.
I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and
thorough scolding though none of these events
happening had been my fault at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the
days went by, hubby came home later and later. The
deadlock between us continues, we were living together
like strangers who don't know each other. I am like
the dead knot in his heart.

One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking
into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting
facing each other and he very lightly brushed her hair
for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering
from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant,
stood in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not
a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and
there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at
me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby
stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back
at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow heart
beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death.
I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any
longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside
me. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to
use that as a way to indicate to me: Following
mother's death so did our love for each other.

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes,
when I returned home from work, I can tell that the
cupboard had been touched - he had returned to take
some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the
initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.
I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my
heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy
carefully helping his wife through the physical
examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to
consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will
not. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is
my way of repaying mother for causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the
living room. The whole house was filled with
cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this
piece of paper. I know what it is all about without
even looking at it. In the two months plus of living
alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within
myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said:
"You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me,
mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.

As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You
cannot cry, you cannot cry, " my eyes hurt terribly,
but I refused to let tears come out from there. After
I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my
bulging tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee
table and pulled the paper towards me. Without even
looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and
pushed the paper to him.

"LD, are you pregnant?"

Since mother's accident, this is the first time he
spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further
and they fell
like raindrops.
I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He did
not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.


Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket.
In my heart, everything seems so far away, so far that
even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot
remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I
had originally thought that I would forgive him, but
now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of
that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never
forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in each
other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him,
totally intentional. I had been waiting for this
moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had
gone past is gone forever
and could not repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that
would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold
towards him, I no longer eat anything he buys for me,
I don't take any presents from him and I stopped
talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece
of paper, marriage and love had vanished from my
heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the
bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the
living room. He had no choice but to sleep in
mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear
light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to
be his trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he
would fake illness and I will surrender and find out
what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and
laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him
and am concerned because there was love, but now, what
is there between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off
continuing but I continuously ignored him.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby,
infant products, children products and books that kids
like to read. Bags and bags of it stacked inside his
room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this
to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his
actions. He has no choice but to lock himself in his
room and I can hear his typing away on his computer
keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing, but
none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the
following year, one late night, I screamed because of
a sudden stomach pain, hubby came rushing into the
room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had
been waiting for this moment.

He carried me and ran down the stairs, stopped a car,
holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat
off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital.
Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and
hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back of
his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my mind:
In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he
did?

He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go
in, his warm eyes caused me to managed a smile at him
despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the
delivery room, hubby looked at our son, and me, eyes
tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and
touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then
he slowly collapsed onto the floor.

I cried out for him in pain, He smiled, but without
opening that tired eyes of his, I had thought that I
would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I
have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body
at that moment.

Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had
liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it
was a miracle that he managed to last this long. I
asked the doctor when did he first discover he had
cancer? Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me
saying: "Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I
went into his room and checked his computer, and a
suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's cancer was
discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I
had thought that,
the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote
for our son:

"Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to
take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish
now, I know that in your life, you will have many
happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can
accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would
it be. But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy
has written inside here all the possible difficulties
and problems you may encounter during your lifetime,
when you meet with these problems, you can refer to
daddy's suggestion,

Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as
if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be
honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she
has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and
also the one who loves me most, " From play school to
primary school, to secondary, university, to work and
even in dealing with questions of love, everything big
and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me:

"My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness,
forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive me
for not telling you my illness, because I want to see
you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our
baby,

My dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven
me and I would smile, thank you for loving me, These
presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son
personally, could you help me to give some of them to
him every year, the dates on what to give when are all
written on the packaging, "

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I
brought our son over and place him beside him.

I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our son to
remember being in the warmth of your arms, "

He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak
smile.

Our son still in his arms was happily waving his tiny
hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and
the sound of the shutter rang thought the air as
tears slowly rolled down my face,

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me
the most in this world is gone forever,

"Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted
the blissful footsteps to our family. Our original
intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful
moments in her remaining years with us went terribly
wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a
price, every thing became too late.",



LEARNING POINT - **DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!

I am a man and they say, men don't cry but am almost at the point of crying. How fatal can one mistake be. I take the lesson with all my heart, I WILL NEVER HOLD ON TO ANY OFFENCE LONGER THAN NECESSARY.

To all hurts,past and present.I forgive,

I read it a long time ago and the lesson though bitter sank down my brain

this is a sad story, to all the people that have cause me pain, past, present and future, i forgive and forget,

This is really touching am short of words

oh, I LOVE U, THANKS FOR THE STORY, I PRAY THAT GOD IN HIS INFINITE MERCY 'LL C U TRU.
[/b] [color=Black][/color][b] I PRAY THAT GOD 'LL HELP ME. NOT TO HOLD TO ANY OFFENES DONE TO ME IN ANY WAY.

oh, I LOVE U, THANKS FOR THE STORY, I PRAY THAT GOD IN HIS INFINITE MERCY 'LL C U TRU.
[/b] [color=Black][/color][b] I PRAY THAT GOD 'LL HELP ME. NOT TO HOLD TO ANY OFFENES DONE TO ME IN ANY WAY.

Very touchy story. I forgive all those that offended me. I also pray God to forgive me all my sins and reconcile me with my enermies

to err is human to forgive divine.
i cant but shed tears while reading this.
to all that have ever hurt me or cause me pain, i forgive and forget
to all that i have ever hurt and caused pain, pls forgive and forget

Very moving.

It shows the vulnerability of a mortal man
Our irresponsible egoism
couple with its irredeemable consequence

Tx poster for the message.
The lesson is worth far more than 52 sunday schools put together

This is sooooo Heart-Touching , I have also learnt more lessons

Oh my God, I can't stop these tears from dropping,

Aduke,

God in Heaven will 4give all of us. Your story that I read have dissolved what my wife did to me since last week. Though, she was wrong, but because she is carrying my boy, I have 4given her fight now and I promise you I wl hug her immediately I get home today today.

I have learnt from yr experience. God again wl bless you.
'MuyiOye

Aduks,

Can you give me yr email addy? Plsssssssss.
Mine is muyioye@yahoo.com, muyioye@gmail.com

Ok, all those that have hurt me on NL should come forward and apologize now, haha. Anyway, nice story, but y'all trying to put on some facade cuz of some story should keep that BS to themselves. Before one says Jack Robinson, y'all would start cussing and speaking some big grammar that ain't in the books. Touching story anyway.

A really touching story, can't just the tears thanks for the story, i have learnt a lot

This is very touching, i just pray God to give you the strength to take good care of urself & ur baby.

In this life, we really dont value what we have to we loose it

@poster
thanks very much for this story

too touched n sad to even type anything.

Very touchy story,I couldn't help it but cry
it has a good lesson for couples.no matter how little something is you must always talk about it silence is not the best solution
and also we should always pray for the spirit to forgive.

Good food for thought.

Thank you poster!

Heart-felt story.

Thks for sharing.

May the Lord ed your comfort and give you peace. May the lord bless the child and give him an obedient heart.

Dear Lord, please forgive of all av done wrong, also help of ko forgive all that offended me.

Very touchy and sad, to those I have hurt pls forgive as I have forgiven you, Love you all,

@ topic, am speechless!

Such a sorry story, have taken pain to read and digest everything.

This is coming to me at the right time, have been having some family issues, this will sure help a great deal.

Thank u poster for sharing this with us.

a sad one indeed

Wifey was spiteful! I mean, wut was so hard in letting hubby know that she was pregnant and that was the reason why she threw up?!

bk/babe90:

Wifey was spiteful! I mean, wut was so hard in letting hubby know that she was pregnant and that was the reason why she threw up?!

What was so hard in him being faithful to her even though the relationship was strained? Hubby was spiteful as well.

I am speechless!

I read this story some weeks back and it really touched me and I learnt a lot.

I partly blame the woman cos some things are just not African. So, allowing your hubby to cook you breakfast while in bed when mother-in-law is around is . . . . .

And you will not blame the man who did not tell his mother that he was happy doing it. Was he forced to do it?

sad story.